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Homeless
children are
Undernourished and
Needy. They are
Grateful and
Eager for
Relief
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Hunger is black,
Like a deep hole in the
middle of nowhere.
It falls through my stomach,
Like a shooting star falling
from the sky.
It makes me feel empty,
Like a hollow tree with no
warmth.
It makes me want to share my
food with others.
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Homeless
people
Unhappy
children
Need
nutrition
Generosity
needed
Eager
to get fed
Raise
money to help the needy
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Hunger is gray,
Like a rain cloud over my
head
It sits in my heart,
Like a heavy load I have to
carry.
It makes me feel scared,
Like when I’m away from my
family.
It makes feel sorry for
those who have no food.
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Homeless
families
Unhealthy
diets
Needy
people
Grateful
for Soup Kitchens
Eager
to eat
Ready
to help
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Hunger is blue,
Like the depths of the
ocean.
It tumbles through my mind,
Like a stone tumbling down
a hill.
It makes me feel depressed,
Like a child whose parent
Can not feed him or her.
It makes me want to help
somebody.
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Hope
Unhappy
people
Needy
children
Grateful
families
Eager
to get fed
Relieved
that others care.
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Hunger is brown,
Like a hollow log inside of
me.
It flows through my body,
Like a raft on a river.
It makes me feel empty,
Like a shell that's been
left behind.
It makes me want to help
others.
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Hope
Under fed
Needs help
Grateful
Eager for food
Relief
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Hunger is black
Like the emptiness of the
black holes in space
It pierces through my
stomach,
Like a sharp dagger.
It makes me feel lonely,
Like when nobody is around.
It makes me want to cry.
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Hunger is gray,
Like clouds in a
thunderstorm.
It burns through my
stomach,
Like a fire that won't go
out.
It makes me feel lonely,
Like an owl sitting in a
tree in the dark.
It makes me want to cry
till my eyes hurt.
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Hunger is black,
Like endless space.
It runs through my stomach,
Like a fast moving train.
It makes me feel empty,
Like a deep well.
It makes me want to beg for
food.
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Hunger is gray,
Like a stormy cloud in the
sky.
It sits in my stomach, like
a hard brick that fell on my foot.
It makes me feel empty,
Like a hollow piece of
chocolate.
It makes me want to scream
and shout.
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Hunger is black,
Like a swirling tornado.
It cuts through my heart,
Like a flaming arrow.
It makes me feel terrified,
Like it might happen to me.
It makes me want to cry.
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Composed by 4th grade students of Camp Avenue
Elementary School, North Merrick School District, February 2006
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